Twitter poetry 2021: Week 14

My blogger-poet-friend Ingrid inspired me to create a Twitter account and start writing #APoemADay, which I began on January 1, 2021.

This week, for some reason, I felt very pressed in keeping up with both my blogging and my Twitter poetry so I ended up posting poems on Twitter that I had written the very same day for my blog. There’s nothing wrong with that; I’ve taken a forgiving attitude towards myself when it comes to producing content… I’m prioritizing quality over quantity.

Below is my 14th week of Twitter poems:

Shabbat Shalom from Jerusalem,
David

Earthly spin, or: Greatest sin

A poet’s lament

What, I wonder, rests within? Underneath my skin?

True, I see a forehead; and, through my beard, a chin,
But I've never known my organs, nor blood vessels thin.
Perhaps I'm naught but poetry and have always been.

I strain to hear my rhythm through daily bustling din;
All thoughts of self-discovery swept up in earthly spin.
Oh -- dreadful that survival might be the greatest sin!

d’Verse

The above poem is in response to d’Verse’s ‘The Body & Poetry’ prompt.

The challenge:

Write a poem about the body parts (e.g. eyes, hands, feet) as a metaphor and/or story.

It doesn’t have to be about your body or family’s history (from the first person experience), if this makes it uncomfortable for you.

You can write about the body’s experience of someone else (from a third person narrative perspective).  You create the mood – serious, or sad or sexy, or funny or filled with nostalgia.

Chirps above, or: Silky gloves

My 1st Shadorma

Snippet of ~
Of our sure, full love ~
Chirps above,
Silky gloves ~
Push could never come to shove,
For we're so in love

I was recently exposed to the shadorma form of poetry by Kerfe and Lauren. As always, I had to give it a go… this is definitely one of those short forms that challenges us to pack as much as possible into every word. Quite lovely, really – I enjoyed this one!

Note: the form need not rhyme.

Your drive, or: Love virus

A ‘Magnetic Poem’ tanka

Wanna try? Click here.

figure out your drive
hack the online content stream
upload love virus
intelligent performance
will boost network of writers

Notes

  • For this poem, I decided to make use of the ‘Geek Set’ on the Magnetic Poetry website once again;
  • This poem was inspired by my post yesterday, in which I shared some contemplations about how to successfully grow one’s subscriber count here on WordPress (hint: it’s the human touch);
  • I once again opted for a tanka, rather than a haiku;
    • The extra two lines (14 syllables) provide a greater challenge, as well as a larger canvas;
  • I searched for and found the featured image only after I had written the entire tanka.

You’re not my sunshine, or: You’re just a raincloud

The other night, jerk, as I stood thinking,
I knew you could not be my better half;
And as I fell asleep, I felt sure I was right;
I dreamed of freedom from you as I laughed

You’re just a raincloud, one ugly raincloud;
Your snivels upset when skies are blue;
You'll always feel, jerk, my deepest disdain;
Those useless teardrops know that it’s true

I'll always scorn you, and I’ll reject you,
Regardless of what you might think to say.
And if you float ‘round me, ‘stead of another,
You will have wasted all those tears away

You’re just a raincloud, one ugly raincloud;
Your snivels upset when skies are blue;
You'll always feel, jerk, my deepest disdain;
Those useless teardrops know that it’s true

You’ve always thought, jerk, we’d be together,
that nothing and no one could come between.
You follow me ev‘rywhere ~ go find another;
I see that I must rain all over your dreams

You’re just a raincloud, one ugly raincloud;
Your snivels upset when skies are blue;
You'll always feel, jerk, my deepest disdain;
Those useless teardrops know that it’s true

When I’m awake, jerk, you’re always whining;
When I can’t hear you, my mind is soothed.
When you are about, you just upset me;
You’re so damned clingy; I’ll always shun you.

You’re just a raincloud, one ugly raincloud;
Your snivels upset when skies are blue;
You'll always feel, jerk, my deepest disdain;
Those useless teardrops know that it’s true

dVerse — Poetics — Flipping Meanings

At d’Verse, we were prompted to pick one of these three pathways to use to write our poems:

  1. Choose one of your favorite poems by another poet and flip the meaning on it as shown in the video (see video below). Please include both the original poem and poet’s attribution along with your flipped poem;
  2. Choose one of your OWN favorite poems and flip it. Please include your original poem along with your flipped poem;
  3. Write a diamante poem

To be honest, I played a lot with flipping various different poems and songs, but all of my attempts felt very awkward to me, and I ultimately did not follow the prompt to the letter because I did not manage to flip every word of the original song, as we were instructed to do… I merely reversed the meaning of the song in its entirety.


You are my Sunshine

by Jimmie Davis (1899-2000)

The other night dear, as I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms
But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken
So I hung my head and I cried.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away

I'll always love you and make you happy,
If you will only say the same.
But if you leave me and love another,
You'll regret it all some day:

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away

You told me once, dear, you really loved me
And no one else could come between.
But now you've left me and love another;
You have shattered all of my dreams:

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away

Delicious, or: Unkosher

Sevenling (I drank)

A d’Verse quadrille

I drank an expensive bottle of red 
wine from Moldova. It was subtle; smooth;
unkosher.

Kosher wines must be produced exclusively 
by Sabbath-observant Jews; open bottles are rendered 
unkosher if even touched by gentiles; this feels to me like racism.

Such delicious wine.

d’Verse

The above sevenling is my take on d’Verse’s Quadrille challenge #125.

The quadrille is simply a poem of 44 words (excluding the title), and it can take any form. This week’s challenge was to use the word “wine” in a quadrille.


An elucidation

An enactment was put in place in Talmudic times to prevent Jews from consuming wine that had been used for idolatrous purposes. The religious prohibition was extended, such that even if a Jew knows that a particular gentile is not going to engage in idolatry, it is still prohibited to drink wine that was touched by them.